
In the artist’s words, “I dare to pretend that Wendell Berry's
poem, , written back in 1968, was
penned especially for me. The words express some of the
reasons 'why' I share my painting produce and my
enchantment and dedication to the wilds of Knysna.”
The peace of wild things
930 x 790
300 x 300
WENDELL BERRY
SPRING ON SKY 2023
EBB AND FLOW
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty
on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things,
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Every year, in September I paint my spring
painting where I portray the beauty of the
‘new’. The fragrance and flamboyant joy of
a new start, its definitely not ‘blue’.
There is a unmistakable link between the wild
expression of fynbos and the sleek sheet of
the serpentine lagoon.